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confused.  Surely she would have seen his picture in a newspaper or on a magazine.  Though he did try and avoid the press whenever he could.
    “Do you not read newspapers?” he asked.
    “Ha!  Not a chance!” replied Jemima emphatically.  “They are all bullshit, just designed to control your mind, and keep you like servants to governments or the bloody royals.  I read books!”  She proudly held up the book on the chair. ‘Bertrand Russell’s History of Western Philosophy.’
    “I like to read things that make me more intelligent and make me think, not stupid!”
    Jacob was stunned and somewhat taken aback.  He looked at her again.  She seemed completely genuine and innocent.  This beautiful little creature had started to amaze him.  He tried to remember the last time he had felt amazed by anything.  He couldn’t.

Chapter VI
    Jacob and Jemima spent the next few days just that way, sipping tea, and discussing everything from politics to nature to travel.  Jemima had travelled extensively and her views intrigued him.  She was outspoken and intelligent, she told him what she thought in a defiant and fascinating way, she was passionate and kind. 
    Jemima was gentle with Jacob, and nursed him softly.  He had never felt so loved and cared for in his entire life, except perhaps by his mother.  Jacob told her about the death of his mother, it was one of the few things he did tell her about himself.  He did not want her knowing that he was a prince, he felt so relaxed and happy with someone appreciating and enjoying him just for whom he was, without his title, and not agreeing with everything he said.  He had never had that before.
    Jemima found him mysterious, somewhat timid and afraid, yet also strong and sure of himself. 
    Without realising what was happening, they had found themselves falling in love.

Chapter VII
     
    Over the weeks that followed, Jacob gradually healed.  He found that all he wanted to do was spend time with Jemima.  When she went to work (she told him that she did cleaning for different clients), he missed her terribly.
    They were so close, and yet so far, for in reality, neither knew the other.  Jemima had no idea that Jacob was in fact royalty, and he had no idea what she really did for a living.  Yet they were both innocent of those facts, and believed that they were starting to know one another as they were falling in love. 
    Jemima had been sleeping on the floor, yet now they shared a bed, yet they did not kiss or touch, or engage in any sexual activity with one another.  Yet they had found themselves waking wrapped in each other’s arms.
    So what in fact did Jemima do for a living?  Well, she was a prostitute.  Though she longed for another life, she had found no other way to survive.  And she had a sick brother and elderly mother to take care of.  She made good money doing what she did; yet she sent it all back home to Denmark, to support those who needed her. Oh, how she cried lonely tears wishing for another life.
    Jacob filled her days with joy.  She watched him get better, yet still he did not talk of leaving.  She didn’t want him to go.  Yet would he stay if he knew what she really did.  She shook her head in despair.

Chapter VIII
    There was something about her smile, thought Jacob as he lay in bed next to her watching her sleeping peacefully.  The way her golden hair framed her angelic face with such beauty and softness.  He had certainly never met a creature so kind and considerate, and her intelligence astounded him.  My, my, he had never met a woman like her.
    Jemima stirred beside him, and he got out of bed to make her a tea.  Or at least try to.  She had spent the last weeks caring for him and nursing him, yet now he just wanted to do the same for her.  Yet he didn’t know how.  He scratched his head in the studio kitchen as he wondered where on earth one would possibly keep tea bags in such a small space.  Suddenly he heard Jemima